Out of Context Problem

Relaxation, relaxing is very good for your feet, so like i usually do on Friday evenings after a week of intense and grueling Mondays to Fridays of endless paper-pushing, i normally sit back in my chair, switch off the lights and light a candle or two, then proceed to do some light reading, you know, easy stuff like people magazine, the fundamentals of quantum physics, Darwin’s theory of evolution and so forth... I find them to be very calming, so as i was going on about my business unraveling the mysteries of the universe like any other normal human being my so called brain started doing what it does best, being a deviant and pretending like i don't exist. Suddenly I, or it (and by it, i mean my brain, it doesn't like it when i refer to it and myself as one person, i think i embarrass it or something, you know how hard it is to go through life with your brain being ashamed to be associated with you?) was drawn to a different book, by a certain peculiar writer named Ian Banks, the book was titled "excession", and in it he touched on a very interesting topic, something called an Out of Context problem. Now I’m gonna attempt gelling this topic with another squeaker that's been bugging me, here we go...

Alright, an Out of Context Problem is an occurrence that is so bizarre and/or so foreign to our traditional train of thought that it's impossible for one to actually prepare or have counter measures for such a problem, for instance; I’m going to tell you a story of a classic OCP event that happened many many moons ago... In South America. The ancient Aztecs were a very powerful and exponentially intelligent nation, not as intelligent or Powerful as the McCools though, because the McCools were and still are the most elite of civilizations, as a matter of fact, my great ancestor lord Dudio McCooliano was actually the first person to discover the telephone, but the elders felt that the world wasn't ready for such a thing so they waited for centuries and eventually in the year 1876 they performed an inception on a then rather clueless Alexander Graham Bell, since then the bugger took the credit for it, "it came to me in my dream" my ass Graham! We're coming for what's ours guy, believe that! Anyway, the Aztecs were feared by all the other cultures and nations in their world, they had slaves build all sorts of monuments in their name, had the biggest armies, most advanced weapons and their strategists were renowned for their incredible ability to anticipate any situation and come up with a solution for it, they really were amazing indeed... Until one fateful day. While the Aztecs were busy taking other people's food and dissing the women of other nations saying that their boobs sucked, something from deep inside the cold mist of the Atlantic ocean was approaching, they were boats, but not like any kind of boats they had ever seen before, instead of wood and bamboo they were made of metal and moved at great speeds, the men that came out of them had these long metal sticks that performed great magic, if this metal stick was pointed at you, a spark appeared then suddenly you were dead, the Spanish had arrived.. The Aztecs could not in a gazillion years have anticipated or expected something like this to ever occur so they couldn't prepare for it, meaning there were no solutions; they never knew that something like this existed, so anyway, they were quickly colonized and they started speaking Spanish... That was an Out of Context Problem, on to the next.

Alright, now this next topic is not necessarily about an OCP, it kind of is but it isn't, you know? Let's talk about balance for a minute; about how one thing cannot exist without the other, we couldn't understand the meaning of good without evil, left without right, life without death, hands without boobs etc... You cannot believe in one thing and choose not to believe in another, well you can but it doesn't mean that it's not there, you cannot believe in tokoloshes and practitioners of African chemistry then turn around and say that there is no such thing as a werewolf or parallel universe, maybe, just maybe there is another you out there in a world next door to yours, you might be a worthless heap of crap this side but a smooth silver tongued boob-grabbing son of a gun in the other, some say deja vu can mean two things; one is that if you experience it, then it means you're where you're supposed to be in your life and that you're heading in the right direction; the other is that you experienced deja vu because the other version of you has been there before and you're partly witnessing what they have. Perhaps we choose to not to believe in these things simply because we're afraid of how we'd react if ever they were to be true? But then you choose to not open your mind to such possibilities and suddenly you find yourself in an Out of Context Problem where you encounter your metaphorical metal stick being pointed at you, and maybe worse... You're forced to learn Spanish, or maybe I’m just talking rubbish, we'll never know or maybe we will (°_°).

Anyhow, i have a McCool clan meeting to attend; we're discussing the actions to be taken against Bell and his descendants... Peace in the Middle-East ya'll (and my brain says bye too)